Chapter 54 You're Pregnant?
Elizabeth's eyes lit up noticeably in excitement.
It was the latest, highest-spec laptop specifically designed for drawing. It was so thin and beautiful. How could she not like it?
But to her, a laptop was even more of a luxury than a camera. At least for the past six months, the past year, or even the past two years, she hadn't planned on buying a laptop.
"Yeah," she responded. Usually as cold as ice, Elizabeth couldn't stay calm anymore. She hadn't even finished her sentence before she started gulping.
How embarrassing.
Elizabeth instinctively scratched her head awkwardly and couldn't help but smile. "Am I being silly?" she asked shyly.
Alexander was silent. He had never seen this side of Elizabeth. This version of her truly seemed like a twenty-year-old girl, who was silly, sweet, and with a smile as innocent as a baby.
Alexander didn't respond. He just pushed the laptop towards Elizabeth. "Take it," he said, then he got up and left.
He was wearing a bathrobe, and Elizabeth could tell he had just taken a shower. It seemed like Alexander had been waiting for her. His hair, usually meticulously styled, now hung softly and naturally over his forehead, covering his slightly furrowed brows and those endlessly deep eyes, making him seem less aloof than usual.
Elizabeth remembered that just five hours ago, he had one arm around her, his hand covering her eyes and ears, while his other hand reached out the window and coldly shot someone.
At this moment, she wasn't afraid of him anymore.
Elizabeth suddenly lowered her head and smiled gently, then said in a slightly playful tone, "You look kind of cute like this."
With that, Elizabeth hugged the laptop and ran into her bedroom.
Alexander was left standing there, stunned.
He hadn't heard clearly.
Alexander stood there for a while, then took out his phone and dialed a number. Gavin quickly answered, "Mr. Windsor, Miss Spencer has already gone upstairs."
"What does Elizabeth mean by 'cute'?" Alexander asked.
Gavin was puzzled with his question.
"Do twenty-year-old girls nowadays describe men as 'cute'?" Alexander asked specifically.
Gavin was so shocked he couldn't speak for a moment. Then he understood—Elizabeth had called Alexander cute.
Alexander thought for a moment and inquired, "Was she describing me? Or something else?"
He was actually thinking about how he had dealt with those people on the mountain road today, with Elizabeth present. Was that why she described him that way? But 'cute' didn't seem right; it should be 'ruthless.'
Gavin replied, "You..."
"What exactly is going on?" Alexander asked impatiently.
"Miss Spencer meant that you are cute."
Alexander was silent, probably caught off guard as he realized something.
The call ended.
"Mr. Windsor?" Gavin called out, trembling on the other end, confused if Alexander took misunderstood him.
Alexander walked into his bedroom, looked at himself in the mirror from different angles, and finally muttered to himself, "Is this what cute looks like?"
Then, Alexander went to bed.
The next morning, Elizabeth got up early and knocked on his door. Seeing her, Alexander was momentarily stunned.
Her face was clearly full of energy. She looked up at him, and said appreciatively, "The laptop works great. It's super fast, and all the software is designed for drawing. It's fantastic, thank you. This laptop is much more useful than all the clothes you gave me."
Elizabeth continued, "Actually, what I wanted to say is, even if you don't sign that contract with me, I would still marry you and call Aunt Esme 'Mom.' I will accompany her in her final days. From today on, you don't have to fulfill the contract for me. Thank you. I'm off to work."
She added, "Oh, and if you're busy, you don't have to rush to see Aunt Esme in the morning. I can take good care of her. I'm off."
With that, Elizabeth turned and ran off happily.
Alexander was left speechless. He had thought she was cold and lonely, mature beyond her years, and brooded a lot. He hadn't expected Elizabeth to be a girl who would become cheerful and happy with just a bit of kindness.
However, even if Elizabeth hadn't said anything, Alexander couldn't visit Esme that morning. He had other matters to attend to. The people he had dealt with last night hadn't been thoroughly investigated to uncover who had sent them.
Alexander had given his subordinates orders to find out everything within one night and eliminate any future threats.
Now that the night had passed, the threats had been dealt with, he still needed to manage the acquisition of the companies and finances of those who had opposed him. So he had to go to the office early for a meeting with the finance team.
Once at the office, with the finance and administrative teams present, the head of the administrative department reported everything to Alexander.
The executive reported, "Mr. Windsor, the HR manager of one of the companies told me that their boss seemed to have some connections with Mr. Guise from the Guise Group."
"Which Mr. Guise?" Alexander couldn't recall for a moment.
The executive informed, "The one named Oliver. He always seemed to follow others until the last moment when you won. We found out he had actually been helping you. His daughter even saved your life."
Alexander frowned and in a low tone, gave a command, "Call Oliver and have him come to the office immediately!"
the executive responded, "Yes, Mr. Windsor!"
The executive was about to leave when Alexander stopped him and said, "I'll make the call myself."
After all, Clara was going to marry him soon, and Oliver was soon to be his father-in-law. Alexander decided to make the call himself. He went into his office, put down his bag, and dialed Oliver's number from his desk phone.
It took a while for the call to connect, and Alexander could hear a lot of noise and even crying on the other end.
Oliver shouted into the phone, "Hello, who is this?"
Alexander coldly replied, "It's Alexander."
"Mr. Windsor, is that you? I was just about to call you. I haven't called yet, and here you are. Do you already know? But it doesn't matter, really, Mr. Windsor. We'll handle Clara's situation ourselves and won't leave you with any trouble." Oliver's voice was hesitant and pained.
"What?" Alexander was even more confused.
Suddenly, Clara's crying voice came through, "Mr. Windsor, please save me. My parents want me to get rid of the baby and never bother you again. Mr. Windsor, I beg you, I won't bother you anymore. Please let me keep the baby. I'm begging you, Mr. Windsor."
"You! Clara, you're being unreasonable! Give me the phone." Oliver's angry voice followed.
Alexander's brows furrowed deeply, and his voice rose, "You're pregnant?"
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